Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Can,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
MC5,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.